Disparate Friends
Forest deep,
forest dark,
buried secrets,
altered spark,
four by four,
plus one left,
no one noticed,
no one bereft.
Months gone by,
suspicions rise,
detection maybe,
no great surprise,
move the problem,
set it deeper still,
concrete solutions,
from an iron will.
Still fixated,
one digs around,
amongst four people,
not in the ground,
fractured friendships,
count the cost,
another man down,
but is all lost?
Sat there solo,
gun close at hand,
with bottle full,
who'll understand,
in the morning,
will there be
any future
left for Bree?
©Rhumour
March 4th 2012
Dave D Poet Rhumour
Wed 7th Mar 2012 18:50
Hehe - ok the book is now resting alongside my keyboard Nick. :)
Thank you for your very kind comments, they are much appreciated, even though I do feel many might disagree... Best wishes - and good luck with the bottle, Dave